They would fix this for their guests, really wonderful food, the most
wonderful cooks, or they had a cook, I think. But they would be telling
you the same time about the fact that it was all going to kill you. It
was absolutely deadly cooked food . . . But, you see, nobody thought
they were odd either; they were just taken as a matter of fact, too,
they were [unknown] everybody just accepted the fact that
they thought. . . .They would tell you these terrible tales about old
cousin Annie who came to visit them and she was eighty-nine years old
and she still seemed to be healthy. But you know that woman is killing
herself. We took her out and do you know what she had for dinner? She
ordered and ate a dead lobster. She was 89 years old and she was killing
herself because she ordered and ate a dead lobster. But you know it was
all taken for granted, if you know what I mean. Well, one of the reasons
that people were so nice to us was that they had "placed" us, as they
say in Virginia, or in the South. And the way they had placed us was
this. We had no Virginia connection, and if you told them that your
family had come from
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even 18 . . . My grandfather came down during the Revolutionary War from
South Boston. But if you told anybody in Virginia who was a native and
lived there all their lives, and their ancestors, that you came from
Virginia, they always rather looked down on you because you moved away,
and they couldn't imagine anybody ever leaving Virginia unless the
sheriff was after them or some scandal had erupted because Virginia, you
know, is a beautiful State. The old families who clustered around
Seminary Hill and the Virginia Episcopal Theological Seminary, they knew
everybody.
Well, the reason what we were accepted to the
degree that we were, and we really were accepted, was because the Dean
of the Seminary had been a Dr. Crawford, and he had had two, several,
beautiful daughters. One of them particularly beautiful name Alice
Crawford. And she came down to Birmingham as the wife of an Episcopal
minister. And my mother and she were friendly and I had known her, so
they vouched for us, if you know what I mean. They had come back to
Virginia and he was teaching in a Episcopal school somewhere in
Virginia. His name was Randolph. And they were the bluest blood of the
bluest blood of Virginia. And they had known my mother, and Mrs.
Randolph was one of the most beautiful women I've ever seen. I have seen
many pretty women, but she was an absolute beauty. She had perfect
features, masses of black hair. You very rarely see black hair that's
wavy and curly and very shiney. And then she had lovely white skin and
slender figure. She had been proposed to, we always understood, by every
millionaire in the country, but she married Dr. Randolph, who was an
Episcopal minister with whom she fell in love. She was a devoted wife to
him because we got to know them quite well. He finally . . . He was the
head of this Episcopal school somewhere in South Virginia, and he failed
the son of the Bishop or he failed the son of some big contributor or he
failed the sons of some very prominent people in the Episcopal Church.
He wouldn't pass them. And there was a great to-do
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about it because he'd just fail them or expel them if they didn't do
right. And so they told him that he was losing money for the school and
losing money for the Episcopal Church, irritating the Board of Trustees.
You know, he was a man of total integrity and honesty and so he kept on
failing them. So they fired him. So he came up and lived in the little
house next to us after we'd bought a house on Seminary Hill. And during
the War he got a job in the torpedo factory. He'd go off in the mornings
with a bucket, you know, a lunch basket in his hands. But I'm trying to
give you a flavor of Seminary Hill. And Mrs. Randolph, who was this
great beauty and who had been admired by all and . . . she would come
out and empty the garbage. And I never will forget—she always wore
gloves and always looked like, you know, her hair was fixed, beautifully
dressed. She stuck by her husband very loyally. And Dr. Randolph was one
of the loveliest men I ever knew, I've ever known. There is a strain in
Virginia among all the Virginians that I met. There are lot of
Virginians that I didn't like at all. But there is a strain in Virginia
of men of integrity, you know, like Cliff, who're going to do right in
spite of hell and high water. And he was one of them. And he did it in
such a matter of fact way, if you know what I mean. And I would like to
add that after the War was over and he got a job as the director of the
church in Rome, Italy. And Mrs. Randolph went with him. And as I
understand their latter years were, you know, they were very
comfortable, and happy, in Rome, Italy. But she was, they were lovely
people.
But I was trying to contrast some of the odd
people. There was a lovely old man over at the Virginia Episcopal High
School that, Mr. Reid, he was an Englishman. And I was devoted to him,
and I would go over real often in the afternoons and have tea with him,
because, being English, he made delicious tea and he loved to have
people drop in for tea. And when the war started he was very concerned
because of course we weren't in it yet—that was when the Second World
War started— So I said to him one day, Mr. Reid,
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goodness, they were bombing England, you know, and he was terribly
disturbed about his relatives. And he was a man then in his eighties,
nearly eighty. And I said, I declare, what do you think is the cause of
all the trouble in the world. He said it was very simple, it was on
account of the gasoline engine. He said as soon as we got away from
horses the world began to go to hell. Well, he was absolutely convinced
that everything was due to the gasoline engine. And, you know, he had
rather old-fashioned ideas, and that's what he stuck to. All on account
of the gasoline engine. But, you see, coming from Birmingham, which had
been such a bustling place where everybody was striving to get ahead and
get money, you know, and give big parties and impress people. The people
in Virginia were so sure that they were the absolute top of the heap;
they never doubted it, you know. If they were poor, they were still
absolutely Virginian. And the atmosphere I'm trying to create was of
people who were genteel, extremely genteel, and not rich, but beautiful
manners and absolutely secure in the knowledge that they were Virginian.
That nobody in the world could look down on a Virginian. They were just
at the top of the heap.
And I remember there was a woman that I went
to see one time, whom somebody in Birmingham had asked me to go see, who
was a cousin. This was Tinsley Harrison's relatives, you don't know who
he is, you know the great doctor. Well, this is his mother asked me to
go see the cousin. So I went there, and my heavens, here was this
handsome woman with all this brood of handsome children. The windows
were out, and it all looked like it was just a wreck. Some of the
windows were out, and her poor old mother, or something, was huddling
over a little wire. And she greeted me with perfect grace. So when I
came back on a visit, I told Mrs. Harrison about her cousin and what a
desperate time she was having. And she said that was on account of the
fact that her grandfather'd been a gambler, or maybe it was her father,
anyway she laid it all to the fact that there was a streak of gambling
in the family and they'd lost alll their money. She said, you
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silver—came from Virginia—and if she's in such a desperate condition—it
must be worth several thousand dollars—when you go back, you ask her if
I can buy the silver from her. Because that will give her . . . And they
really were in a bad fix. So I went out there one cold, after Christmas,
cold as it could be, and their house was freezing, and the old lady was
crouched over the fire. They never had but the panes in the windows, you
know they had wood in the windows. And I told the lady as nice as I
could that her cousin in Alabama, Mrs. Harrison, would like to buy the
family silver. I think Mrs. Harrison's name was Ella. She said, dear
Ella wants that silver? Why it had never occurred to me that she'd like
that silver. If she feels that way about it, I'll send it to her
tomorrow. I said, but she wants to buy it from you. Oh, she said, I
couldn't think of selling the family silver. She said, but I'll
certainly share it with her, and give it to her if she feels strongly
about it. You know, what could you do about that? She was not going to
accept any money for the family silver, that was something that was
sacred. Well, Virginia was a fascinating place to me because it provided
a haven, if you know what I mean.